That was one of the things she held against missionaries: how they stressed Christ's submission to humiliation, and so had conditioned the people of Africa to humiliation by the white man
The truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
Fiction is a way of exploring possibilities present but undreamt of in the living of a single life.
Rebirth. I mean by this simply what happens when the child begins to realise the fact that the black does not enter through the whiteâ€™s front door is not in the same category as the fact that the dead will never come back.
If you live in Europe . . . things change . . . but continuity never seems to break. You don't have to throw the past away.
When I was a child, we seemed to be living in a world remote from the rest of the world. But television has made a great difference to all of us.
She filled her house with blacks, and white parsons who went around preaching Jesus was a revolutionary, and then when the police walked in she was surprised
If I dreamt this, while walking, walking in the London streets, the subconscious of each and every other life, past and present, brushing me in passing, what makes it real? Writing it down.
I couldn't be sufficiently interested in human beings to be a writer if I had contempt for human beings.
If one will always have to feel white first, and African second, it would be better not to stay on in Africa
Can you imagine a writer in England influencing? Absolutely not. And in France? It used to be, but no more-absolutely not. France used to, at least, have writers as diplomats, but not any more.
Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
The facts are always less than what really happened.
The solitude of writing is also quite frightening. It's quite close to madness, one just disappears for a day and loses touch.
Everyone ends up moving alone towards the self
Keenness of hearing revives when one is alone.
My answer is: Recognize yourself in others
It was a miracle; it was all a miracle: and one ought to have known, from the sufferings of saints, that miracles are horror.
People give one another things that can't be gift wrapped. Nadine Gord
Your whole life you are really writing one book, which is an attempt to grasp the consciousness of your time and placeâ€“ a single book written from different stages of your ability.
Perhaps the best definition of progress would be the continuing efforts of men and women to narrow the gap between the convenience of the powers that be and the unwritten charter.
Where do whites fit in the New Africa? Nowhere, I'm inclined to sayand I do believe that it is true that even the gentlest and most westernised Africans would like the emotional idea of the continent entirely without the complication of the presence of the white man for a generation or two. But nowh
You can't change a regime on the basis of compassion. There's got to be something harder.
Disaster is private, in its way, as love is.
Time is change; we measure its passing by how much things alter. Nadine Gordime
In a democracy - even if it is a so-called democracy like our white-?litist one - the greatest veneration one can show the rule of law is to keep a watch on it, and to reserve the right to judge unjust laws and the subversion of the function of the law by the power of the state. That vigilance is th
Ernest Hemingway was in love with Africa and as with others in such a state of emotion ... he constructed for himself, according to his needs and desires, something that had little relation to the reality of the continent,
I shall never write an autobiography, I'm much too jealous of my privacy for that.
Success sometimes may be defined as a disaster put on hold. Qualified. Has to be.
It is not the conscious changes made in their lives by men and women-a new job, a new town, a divorce-which really shape them...but a long slow mutation of emotion, hidden, all-penetrative...